There is a legend in this University. That every 50 years, students get selected for a game called Death Roulette.

A PondPhuwin 'enemies to lovers' story!

When a misunderstanding forces Peach and Thee to pretend they're a couple for a high-profile social event, neither expects the act to stir real feelings. Rehearsed smiles turn into lingering glances, playful teasing ignites sparks, and stolen touches awaken a desire neither can resist. As fake dating stretches into daily encounters, jealousy, passion, and intimacy blur the line between pretending and truly falling for each other. Every heartbeat, every breath shared draws them dangerously closer, proving that some flames are too hot to ignore.

palmneung phumpeem morkpi pondphuwin (english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes)

Pond Naravit is broke enough to answer a suspiciously vague job listing titled: "Private Companion Needed for Social Events." The pay is ridiculous. The expectations seem simple. Pretend to be someone's boyfriend. Attend fancy dinners. Look convincing. What Pond does not expect is for the client to be Phuwin Tangsakyuen-rich, composed, and rumored to be the kind of person you really shouldn't annoy. Phuwin didn't expect Pond either. But somehow the chaotic university student who talks too much and smiles too easily ends up signing the contract anyway. It's temporary. Strictly professional. Just a public arrangement for appearances. There are rules. There are boundaries. And absolutely no emotional involvement. Unfortunately, Pond has never been very good at following rules.

He thought he was marrying a spoiled brat. He didn't know he was tying the knot with the city's most wanted illegal street racer. Now Joong, the ice-cold CEO, is stuck living with Dunk - a smug, chaotic fiancé who sneaks out at midnight, smells like burnt rubber, and sleeps like he owns the bed. He's loud. He's reckless. He's hiding something. And Joong is about to find out secrets don't stay parked forever. Enemies by fate. Husbands by force. And when feelings collide at full speed- someone's bound to crash.

They were fire and gasoline. Phuwin's brooding jealousy and emotional walls clashing with Pond's impulsive charm and wandering eyes. They ruined each other every single night and crawled back begging for more. One year later the heir returns. Colder, sharper, deadlier. Old lovers meet as sworn enemies. Taunts that cut like knives, flirtations designed to kill, jealousy that burns cities down, and a pull neither can escape. ⚠️ - mentions of toxicity activity - smut - violence

"A haunting journey of love, survival, and sacrifice." Bangkok bleeds, and the shadows never forgive. Dunk and his younger brother Phuwin survived by hiding-but death has never been far behind. Their parents were slaughtered by the merciless mafia patriarch Naravit Letrakosum, and now his sons-cold-blooded Joong and seductive, dangerous Pond-drag them back into a world of violence, obsession, and betrayal. Gunfire tears through the night, loyalty is measured in blood, and every secret can kill. In a city where love is forbidden and survival is never certain, Dunk must protect Phuwin at all costs-or risk watching everything he holds dear turn to ash. "A story of two hearts bound by love, tested by survival, and scarred by sacrifice." In a world of blood and betrayal, who will survive-and at what cost? [ Book 1 of the Twisted Hearts Trilogy ] ✨ Pond × Phuwin ✨ Joong × Dunk

Joong and Dunk, once high school enemies, are suddenly tied by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for. Between constant bickering, jealousy, and misunderstandings... could this forced bond slowly turn into love? Main character: Joong and Dunk Side character: Pond and Phuwin

When playful, warm-hearted Phuwin crashes-literally-into the life of strict, disciplined Professor Pond, sparks fly, but rules stand tall. As fate draws them under the same roof, in the same class, and in each other's orbit, tension grows, hearts flutter, and boundaries blur. Can a student who teases love like a game melt the heart of a man who guards his with silence? Love was never on the syllabus. But neither were butterflies. ©All Rights Reserved